BLOGS

It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that the typical North American Christmas dinner originates from the United Kingdom.

The witches and ghosts of Halloween have scarcely flown out of the stores before Christmas carols start to waft through the atmosphere. The glitter and glitz of the holiday start to line the shelves reminding us that it is time to buy, buy, buy.

Due to ongoing measures to limit the spread of the coronavirus, my Christmas is going to be quite a bit quieter than usual this year. There will be fewer parties, no kids’ concerts and not as many holiday activities.

I was in elementary school when I first heard reports about this new technology called the internet. Having grown up with it as it evolved, it was up to me to tell my grandmother that Nigerian princes weren’t going to send her money or let my father know that no one from Scotland was going to put a down payment for the truck he was selling on Craigslist in upstate New York.

I cannot help but wonder as I watch the news and listen to modern soothsayers make predictions concerning the future of this pandemic.